paradise

Heaven’s Touch

the buttercups
glowing
like gold

behind the house
an Eden grew that
we could visit anytime

pause and let
time expand into
beauty’s forever unfolding

in this paradise
of new colors
apples are still flowers

tucked away
magic white bench
surveys the private paradise

bee’s nirvana
a pollen utopia
found in October

resides right outside my window.

This is where the dragonflies play
on lazy summer days.
Paradise is at your feet.

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